A teacher-student romance that happened on a rainy night

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A Teacher-Student Romance on a Rainy Night

I was an adult art student. In my second year, the course assigned some sketching assignments, including figure drawing. The school often hired professional female models as subjects, but students had to pay for it themselves, and the price was very high. I remember that only a few students with excellent grades or money were qualified to attend figure drawing classes in the studio; the rest of the students could only draw the Venus de Milo plaster cast. I had neither extra money nor excellent grades, so naturally I couldn't have any opportunities with female models. Even so, I didn't care much about it, thinking that drawing plaster casts was just as good.

I continued with my figure drawing practice in this way, while other classmates, more or less, always made a concerted effort to draw or saved money from their meal allowances, so they always had a chance to draw a figure at least once. But I never did. I'm tall and strong, and sometimes I dabble in martial arts. I always indulged in eating and drinking, and my meager savings would disappear quickly. When I was broke, I was always forced to find ways to earn money. Because my portrait drawing skills improved rapidly, I wondered if I could set up a portrait stall on the street. I immediately started doing it, setting up my stall in the bustling city center every evening when the weather was fine. Since there were no competitors (high-achieving students wouldn't bother with that), I was confident I could succeed. I had many people drawing portraits here, so I earned a little money every day, enough to cover my cigarettes for a day or two. Later, I only went to get portraits drawn when I was out of money.

Time flew by, and finally, school holidays arrived. Few people stayed at school, but I didn't want to go home, so I stayed at school for the summer, planning to find a part-time job.

One evening, as usual, I went to my usual spot, took out some finished celebrity portraits, set up my easel, and waited for customers.

Business was surprisingly bad. Two hours passed, it was already past nine o'clock at night, and the shopping mall across the street had closed, but still no one wanted any. As I watched the footsteps of passersby, I noticed the number of people dwindling. I considered whether to close up shop if no one came in another five minutes.

Just then, a pair of white open-toe high-heeled sandals appeared before me. The delicate straps traced beautiful curves on the heels, and a pair of exquisite feet rested on them. White toes, slender soles, pink heels, and a high arch and delicate ankles formed a beautiful arc. The feet were clad in sheer, flesh-colored stockings, incredibly thin, and red nail polish shone through the stockings onto the delicate toes. They looked increasingly alluring.

I guessed the owner of those feet was only about twenty-five or twenty-six years old. I couldn't help but raise my head and slowly trace my gaze up those beautiful ankles. The smooth, silky curves of her calves were undeniably beautiful, and her long, slender thighs were tightly encased in flesh-colored stockings. I saw a white, very short dress. The woman seemed to be wearing pantyhose, but there was no visible dividing line between the pantyhose and her thighs. From my squatting position, I looked up and, under the dim streetlights, saw white thongs with bows adorning the sides of her thighs, clinging tightly to her pantyhose. The thongs were very sheer and had a cleavage. The tangled, dark grass was clearly visible through her sheer panties. I couldn't help but linger a while, mesmerized by the view beneath her skirt. Suddenly, the woman spoke in a soft, sweet voice, "Could I have a sketch drawn?" I quickly looked away from her skirt and lowered my head, saying, "Of course, small ones are ten yuan, large ones are thirty yuan." I gestured to the chair opposite me, indicating for her to sit down.

She lifted her skirt and sat down, her legs crossed and slightly angled, her hands resting on her knees. Her graceful movements and posture were incredibly captivating. I looked up at her, and she was looking at me too. "Teacher Ying, it's you?!" "..." I suddenly realized she was a university professor and asked in surprise. "Wang Dang, it's you!?" She stood up in equal surprise. "It's been a long time, what are you doing here?" "Oh, I've been setting up a painting stall here to earn some pocket money lately."

Professor Ying was our physical education teacher in our freshman year, but she left the university last year to start her own clothing design company. Professor Ying is about thirty-four or thirty-five years old, married with children, but because of her good maintenance, she looks only twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, with beautiful eyebrows, a small nose, sexy red lips, and a delicate face. Her whole body skin... Her skin was fair and smooth, her figure slender and well-proportioned, with a delicate waist, rounded hips, and large breasts—she possessed all the beauty a woman could have. During her figure-building class, she wore a leotard, her movements graceful and alluring, her snow-white, delicate thighs captivating countless boys. In the midst of our conversation, a bolt of lightning struck, followed by a thunderclap, and suddenly raindrops the size of soybeans began to fall, sparse at first, then pouring down like a waterfall. I hurriedly grabbed my art stall, not even bothering to pack it up, and rushed with Teacher Ying to the entrance of the Sifang Shopping Mall to take shelter from the rain. This stretch of road... It was a stretch of two or three hundred meters. By the time I reached shelter from the rain, I was soaked to the bone.

After I stopped, I muttered curses at the downpour and looked back. Teacher Ying was also completely drenched. Because of her thin clothing, her skirt and underwear were now semi-transparent, clinging to her shapely buttocks. Her high-quality nylon stockings were also soaked.

Several people were taking shelter from the rain at the mall entrance, and many men were giving her strange looks. Teacher Ying was very embarrassed and flustered, her head lowered, her face flushed, and her arms tightly crossed over her chest. I quickly stepped forward and stood in front of her. "Teacher Ying, put your..." "Wear this T-shirt!" she said, taking off her T-shirt and handing it to her. She

used it to wipe her skirt slightly. I looked up, shirtless, and saw that the rain was getting heavier and heavier, and it didn't seem like it would stop anytime soon. My supplies were all okay, except for three or four sheets of paper; everything else was wet, so I threw them away. After a while, Ms. Ying had dried her skirt a bit, and it was no longer clinging to her buttocks, but her underwear was mostly soaked. Perhaps feeling uncomfortable with the wetness, she slightly bent over and pulled the T-shirt... She wrapped her T-shirt around her waist.

She brushed her hair aside and smiled, saying, "Thank you, Wang Dang. Aren't you cold being naked like this?" "No, I take cold showers all year round. Look, I don't even have goosebumps." I puffed out my chest and showed her my arms. "Hmm, very strong indeed," Teacher Ying smiled. "But, Teacher Ying, look, the rain is getting heavier and heavier. It doesn't seem like it'll stop tonight. What should we do?" I wanted to leave, but then I thought better of it. It wasn't safe for her, a woman, to be out in the rain like this. Teacher Ying had also thought of this and said with some worry, "Yes, look, everyone else has braved the rain and left. Only the two of us are left, but it's not good for me to be dressed like this in the rain." She then looked around at the people running and leaving in the rain. "Yes, let's wait a little longer. We can leave when the rain subsides," I said, no longer blocking her way, and stepped aside. Waiting… the rainy night was a bit cold, and Teacher Ying shivered slightly. She crossed her arms over her chest. Two hours later, the rain intensified, and the ground was flooded. The commotion was incessant; besides the glittering lights, it seemed like only we remained on that bustling commercial street.

Actually, I didn't know how long I'd have to stay with her. My place was far, but only thirty minutes away; I wasn't afraid to go in the rain. "How about we escape too! My company is just around the corner, about ten minutes away. Let's go to my company first!" Ms. Ying finally made up her mind. She reached out and took my arm, pressing her body close to mine, her warm breath tickling my face. It

was the first time I'd been so close to a woman, and I stiffened a little. Ms. Ying, however, was very generous. She pulled me along, laughing sweetly, "Come on, let's go!" and charged into the relentless rain. I was caught up in her enthusiasm and yelled as I rushed out too. We ran for our lives…

Soon we reached the entrance of the building where Ms. Ying's company was located. We stopped, still holding each other's hands tightly. Looking at each other, we felt a little awkward. The heavy rain had completely ruined Ms. Ying's hairstyle; her shoulder-length hair was plastered to her neck by the water. My T… The T-shirt wasn't wrapped around her waist; she'd somehow gotten rid of it. Her very thin dress, soaked with water, had become almost transparent, revealing her alluring, perky breasts.

Beneath the white gauze, only two skin-colored, nearly transparent bras could be vaguely seen, tightly encasing her full breasts, the areolas standing out as two small dots against the fabric.

The skin-toned demi-cup bra couldn't quite conceal her ample breasts. Pale pink areolas peeked from the edges of the lace-embroidered bra cups, revealing a deep cleavage. With a slight twist of her waist, her fair breasts were half-exposed. Stockings clung tightly to Ms. Ying's rounded buttocks and long, slender legs, and under the influence of the water, they appeared almost naked. Beneath her completely transparent, sexy silk panties, the forbidden abyss of her groin was faintly visible; her bulging vulva was like a perfectly ripe peach, with lovely pink labia and black pubic hair comfortably covering her feminine sanctuary, clearly visible.

I stared intently at Ms. Ying's beautiful lower body. Seeing this, my lower body swelled, and my penis involuntarily hardened, clearly erect, the rain-soaked trousers supported by a large bulge. Ms. Ying, however, was looking down at my genitals. Noticing my reaction, a smile bloomed on her face. She chuckled and said, "What are you doing? Why are you like this?" "I don't know, I'm sorry," I said, blushing and quickly covering my groin with my hands. "It's alright, let's go upstairs first. It's not good to stand like this. Let's dry ourselves off first." She pressed the elevator button. We didn't speak in the elevator; the atmosphere was a little awkward.

"You have a great figure. My company wants to shoot an underwear ad campaign, and I'd like you to be the male model. What do you think?" Ms. Ying broke the silence. "Sure, it would be my honor to help you, Ms. Ying." "However, this ad requires us to work together, and we'll be completely nude. I wonder if you'll mind?" Ms. Ying's tone was somewhat teasing. "Oh, but I've never seen or been in contact with a woman before. I'm afraid I'll embarrass myself." I blushed slightly. She asked with some doubt, "Didn't you see any women when you were learning to draw nudes?" "I… I really have never seen any. Being with you like this today is a bit much for me," I told the truth. "Ah! So you're still a virgin?" Teacher Ying suddenly looked at my bare upper body with a strange gaze, appearing somewhat excited. "I..." I was speechless. "Yes, that's a problem..." Teacher Ying pondered, "How about this, it's already so late, I think you can sleep here tonight." I listened to the rain outside the window; it seemed I wouldn't be able to go home today. I nodded. She smiled, then suddenly moved closer to me seductively, whispering in my ear, "Do you think my figure is alright?" She supported my body with her breasts.

I had never experienced such a gentle approach before, and I was completely dizzy. "Okay... okay..." "Teacher is a woman too, how about I let you see my body first?" Her breasts were soft and fragrant, and I couldn't help but nod vigorously. "I'll let you see them in a moment, this will help you get used to your sensitivity to women, so it'll be easier when filming," she said, slapping me lightly. I was a little lost, mumbled a few words incoherently, and nodded haphazardly.

After a while, we arrived at the tenth floor, her company. It was a duplex apartment building, serving as both an office and a residence—Teacher Ying's temporary accommodation. Her bedroom was at the very end. Upon entering the bedroom, Teacher Ying sat down in a chair, laughing and exclaiming, "This is so interesting! Today's heavy rain has brought our future male model here!" "Not at all, I don't know if I'll do," I said, striking a pose. "Let's try it now. It mainly tests your physical abilities and other aspects of your emotional control. Oh, I need to take off my shoes." She lifted her feet and flexed her toes.

Teacher Ying's action of taking off her shoes was indeed incredibly graceful. Her slender high heels made a soft sound on the floor, and her beautiful heels obediently emerged from the shoes. Her calves gracefully pulled back slightly, and the back half of her beautiful feet slipped out of the shoes.

The arch of her feet was simply exquisite. She crossed her right leg over her left knee, reached out her left hand to catch the wobbly high heel on her right foot, and placed it under the chair. Lifting her left foot, still shuffling with the high heel, she swung her ankle a few times, and the high heel clattered off with a "thud," landing on the floor a foot or so in front of her. Teacher Ying reached out and pulled the shoe back to her, then with a flick of her silk-stockinged foot, she pushed it under the seat as well. "Wang Dang, watch closely. Teacher wants to see your reaction. So you'll have to take off all your pants, completely naked," she said seductively.

At this point, I came to my senses. I was completely helpless in front of her. Although I was physically strong, my blood was rushing, and I was having some difficulty breathing, I could only nod at her question. I quickly pulled off my wet trousers and dried myself with a towel, but I was too embarrassed to take off my underwear

, so even though it was still wet, I had to keep wearing it. "Really, you're still very wet. You need to dry yourself off, or you'll catch a cold. Take off your underwear too." She smiled and handed me a dry towel. "But I'm not used to being naked in front of my teacher like this. I've never faced a woman like this before." I said, covering my genitals. "I just want to test your genital response, otherwise what will we do when we take the X-ray? Really,

don't have any other thoughts, it's nothing, hurry up, I won't mind, really." Teacher Ying smiled. I had no choice but to grit my teeth and take off my underwear, revealing my wet genitals, and quickly dried myself off in a few strokes. My penis, as thick as a child's arm, was already swollen and numb, standing upright like a small cannon, the glans red, like a duck egg. Teacher Ying's eyes scanned left and right of my genitals without leaving them, revealing a surprised look, she stuck out her tongue and licked her cherry lips, swallowing her saliva. "You have a good figure, good, now watch my movements, pay attention to controlling your emotions." Then, Teacher Ying began her testing experiment.

She slowly pulled down her skirt, revealing her beautiful figure. In an instant, her flawless body, like Venus's white jade, appeared before my eyes. Her high breasts were still covered by a bra, but it did little to conceal them except to make

them appear more alluring. She unhooked the transparent bra and casually tossed it onto the bed, touching her nipples to give her soft, snow-white peaks a break from their long-constrained state. Against her snow-white skin, her breasts appeared incredibly vibrant; as she turned, her soft breasts, no longer restrained by the bra, bounced, the two erect and alluring pink nipples trembling and quivering, lively and dazzling. Glancing to the side, I noticed that Ms. Ying was still wearing transparent flesh-colored pantyhose, her rounded buttocks and deep cleft were incredibly beautiful, her slender legs arousing endless fantasies, her pink vulva, her black pubic hair… a truly magnificent sight was on full display.

The thin, smooth, flesh-colored stockings accentuated Ms. Ying's already fair and full legs, making them even more sexy and alluring. Ms. Ying flexed her toes, and the alluring toes within the stockings twitched a few times. Then, unexpectedly, she raised her left leg high, displaying her elegant and charming sole before my eyes—a truly feast for the eyes. "Ms. Ying, your stockings are so beautiful!" I whispered, my body reacting strongly. She looked at me, swaying her body slightly and gracefully, her round, plump buttocks twisting seductively. Her beautifully shaped, fair legs moved together, and she reached out with her hands to her waist, finding the top of the stockings, and slowly rolled them down to her knees.

Ms. Ying lifted one leg, deftly pulling the damp stocking from her thigh to her toes, then gently pulling the sheer toe of the stocking down with her fingers, completely exposing her fair and rosy foot to the air. She lifted her other leg, took off her stockings, and then crumpled them into a ball and laid them on the bedside table.

I couldn't help but groan. It was the first time in my life I'd seen a woman's body, and so beautifully, so close. My heart pounded, and my lower body contracted, spurting out a thick stream of semen that shot directly onto Ms. Ying's feet. My legs went weak, and I almost collapsed, quickly closing my eyes.

Ms. Ying was startled by the sound and immediately turned around, walking to me. She grabbed my arm and asked with concern, "What's wrong? It seems your stamina isn't enough; you need more practice." Because we were so close, her large breasts almost blocked my mouth. "I...I...you...you..." I stammered, unable to speak further, almost collapsing. I could only raise my hand and wave it. "Isn't your figure good?" Seeing my reaction, she seemed excited. She shook her breasts and then cupped them with her hand. "Okay...you...I..." I blushed and closed my eyes.

She smiled and pulled me up, saying, "You're really making a fuss over nothing. People from our art academy's design department shouldn't be too sensitive about nudity." She patted my hand and said in a seductive voice, "It's okay, we're all adults. Relax, I'll help you mature."

I was completely helpless in front of her. Although I was physically strong, my blood was rushing, and I was having some difficulty breathing, I could only nod again to her questions. She focused on my genitals and suddenly said, "You seem quite interested in the pantyhose I'm wearing. I noticed your crotch was quite large just now, but now that I've taken it off, it seems a bit small." I was seen through and couldn't help but nod. She seemed quite excited and said, "If you like, I'll put the pantyhose back on for you to see. That will make the test even easier." She smiled sweetly and gave me a dry towel. Then she used the towel to dry herself and went to the bathroom. A moment later, the door opened.

Teacher Ying came out like a fairy. She had taken off her underwear and put on a pair of white lace pantyhose. There was a small piece of silk fabric embroidered with a flower on the crotch. I knew these were pantyhose that didn't require underwear. Teacher Ying was so open! She wasn't wearing any underwear at all. White stockings encased her slender, jade-like legs. Through the semi-transparent stockings covering her lower abdomen, glimpses of dark pubic hair were visible. Through the stockings, I could also see Ms. Ying's vulva, shaped like a ripe peach. This time, I was incredibly aroused.

Her long, slender thighs and delicate feet, clad in sheer velvet stockings, stirred endless fantasies. Her perfectly proportioned legs, accentuated by the sheer stockings, seemed to shimmer magically under the light. Her smooth back, full hips, and wasp waist swayed with increasing allure, highlighting her exquisite curves. Her beautiful lower abdomen was smooth and snow-white, with a cute little belly button, as alluring as a cherry blossom. Ms. Ying wore a semi-transparent gauze nightgown, and because she wasn't wearing a bra, her full, perky breasts were partially exposed. She slowly walked towards me, each movement emphasizing her exquisite curves.

My lower body involuntarily swelled several times its normal size. "Sit down first!" The teacher pointed to the Simmons bed beside her. I sat down as instructed. Teacher Ying walked up to me, pressed me down, and plopped down on my lap, wrapping her arms around my neck, saying, "Understanding a woman's body can calm your impulses. In a moment, Teacher will make love with you to test your sexual ability." "I...I..." Before I could finish speaking, she had already slipped her tongue into my mouth.

Our saliva mingled, and her tongue had an indescribable sweetness; it felt soft, smooth, and comfortable. She pressed me down onto the bed, her long, slender legs, clad in sheer pantyhose, coiling around my body like snakes. I had the strength but was powerless. I could only let her kiss me. After a while, I became aroused. I sucked hard on her red lips, then forcefully thrust my tongue into Teacher Ying's mouth, which was wet with saliva.

At this moment, Teacher Ying's tongue wrapped around my tongue and sucked on it. When I withdrew my tongue, her tongue followed into my mouth. I licked her tongue, and Teacher Ying trembled with joy, her tongue entwining with mine even more forcefully, pursuing unparalleled pleasure. We sucked each other's saliva mouth-to-mouth. I held Teacher Ying's body tightly with one hand, and caressed her body with the other. My fingers trembled with excitement as I gently pulled open the front of her nightgown, my fingers lingering on her waist and her pantyhose-clad buttocks, savoring the sensations of flesh. My

rising lust led me to touch her pubic hair, then moved downwards. When I found the soft crevice of her vulva, the excitement almost made me breathless. After a long while, she finally let me catch my breath, whispering, "Take off my nightgown!" My blood was already boiling, and I ripped off her transparent nightgown in one swift motion. Her large breasts sprang out, seemingly making a "pop" sound, supporting themselves against my chest. She stood up, straddling my lower body, lowered her head, pulled my thighs to one side, took my swollen penis in her hand, and slowly kissed it. Then she took it into her mouth, sucking on it incessantly. Her small mouth couldn't quite take in the entire glans, which made her lips bulge. Her tongue moved back and forth on the glans, her teeth gently biting the penis, spitting out some saliva that dripped onto the glans. She used her tongue to pry open the opening on the glans, supporting herself with her head down. I almost ejaculated again, my body convulsing slightly. She seemed to sense it, so she released my penis. Turning back to me, she panted, "You should suck on it too, mine smells very good."

She spread her thighs, her pantyhose-clad buttocks pressing hard against my head. It seemed she had been aroused for a long time. Her beautiful petals opened and closed with her breath, sweet nectar flowing from her vagina. Her velvet pantyhose were soaked, her labia red, swollen, and very alluring.

My heart was pounding. I sucked hard on her pantyhose with my tongue. The pantyhose did indeed have a fragrance, emitting a faint perfume scent. Kissing through the stockings felt so smooth and soft. Her vulva, clad in stockings, looked so smooth and delicate, and I was deeply attracted.

At this moment, I was extremely excited, my heart was pounding, and my penis was throbbing. Unconsciously, a thick stream of semen shot straight into Teacher Ying's cherry mouth with a spurt. Teacher Ying cried out in surprise, opened her small mouth, and sucked all the semen into her mouth. Then, with her sucking and licking, she made my almost limp penis hard again.

Under Teacher Ying's dominance, I used my teeth to bite the crotch of her alluring pantyhose. Unconsciously, I suddenly bit a hole in the crotch of her pantyhose. My tongue slipped in, parting her petals, the tip of my tongue touching her clitoris, licking until Teacher Ying's thighs twitched wildly, and her buttocks groaned vigorously. With my left index and middle fingers, I parted the labia of her vulva. At that moment, I could clearly see that Ms. Ying's exquisitely beautiful private area was smooth as a baby's. Two thin, pink lips nestled between two thick, fleshy lips, oozing a few glistening drops of fluid. I curled my tongue inside and teased between the thin lips with the tip of my tongue, especially the small fleshy mound at the base of her vulva. She instinctively began to wriggle her hips again. I inserted the tip of my tongue into the warm, fleshy walls, teasing and licking. Ms. Ying's lower body continued to gush fluid, her body trembling. "Mmm, ah... ah... comfortable... good... I... ah, ah... I feel so good... I can't take it anymore... I want it!" Ms. Ying suddenly cried out. This was the first time I had ever heard a woman moan in heat; it was so wanton.

She was sucking my penis forcefully, and I almost ejaculated again. My body convulsed slightly. She sensed this and released my penis, then skillfully stroked it with her hand, temporarily suppressing my burning desire. After a while, she stopped, turned to face me, and said, "Now I'll show you my most mysterious place, and I'll explain its function." Ms. Ying blushed, reached down and pulled down her pantyhose to her calves, placing her legs above my head, sitting on my chest. "Look, these are the labia majora, and inside are the labia minora. Oh, this is the clitoris, the most sensitive spot. This opening is the vaginal opening," she said, parting her labia to reveal the opening, showing me her peach-like vulva. "This is where your penis goes in." I poked it with my finger, and Ms. Ying cried out, "Ah... ah... what are you doing?" I couldn't resist any longer. I sat up and hugged Ms. Ying tightly, saying, "I know, let me try!" I brought my mouth to hers, licking her hardening areolas and nipples in circles with my tongue, while also passionately sucking. "Mmm...that's it! Ah..." Perhaps it was the sensation emanating from her nipples, but the teacher let out a muffled moan, arching her thighs to clamp my body around her, her buttocks swaying restlessly, seeking more stimulation.

Sensing her arousal, I began licking from her chest down to her navel with the tip of my tongue. "Ah...!" The teacher's body trembled as if electrocuted, her lower abdomen involuntarily rising. I seized the opportunity to cup her rounded buttocks, and saw white fluid continuously gushing from her vagina, the bed already somewhat damp. Her pantyhose were still hanging on her calves; I ripped them off, spreading her thighs, revealing her pink petals and deep black pubic hair—a breathtakingly beautiful sight.

I bent down, sucking the sweet juice. "Ah..." The teacher's hands gripped the sheets tightly, letting out a moan. After a long while, I grew tired, while the teacher reached her climax. Teacher Ying turned around and pinned me down again, shifting her writhing desire to her thighs. She lifted her legs onto my chest and pressed them against me, seemingly demanding more intense caresses. I let her body rest on mine, enjoying the pressure of her weight. I held Teacher Ying's body tightly with my left hand and lifted her buttocks with my right, admiring their fleshy texture. My fingers traced the crevice between her mounds, finding the wet, glistening opening.

Now, Teacher Ying's juices soaked my genitals. I embraced her neck, focusing all my attention on her fiery kisses.

"Put it in..." Teacher Ying called out seductively. I gripped my hot, hard penis with one hand, and with the other, I searched for her vaginal opening, wanting to insert it there. Teacher Ying responded by lowering her buttocks above me. Because this was my first time, I thrust my penis upwards two or three times, but it only slid past her labia, unable to penetrate properly. "You're so useless!" Teacher Ying suddenly said, grabbing my penis with her fingers and twisting her buttocks to try and swallow the glans. I also thrust my hips upwards with force, and with the slippery feeling, I parted her labia, and the glans went in a little.

But my penis was too big. "Ouch! It hurts, stop!" Teacher Ying cried out as I was about to insert my entire penis, lifting her buttocks to pull my penis out. But once my glans entered Teacher Ying's vagina, it seemed like a magnet, and it wouldn't come off. Teacher Ying tried to stand up, but my glans rose with her, unable to leave her vulva. "Pull it out quickly, it hurts so much!" Teacher Ying said with a pained expression. Seeing Teacher Ying's expression, I wanted to pull out, but the more excited I became, the more my penis swelled up, its diameter increasing by half again as before, thanks to the nourishment from Teacher Ying's vaginal fluid. Teacher Ying's vaginal opening seemed to be tearing. "Ugh...ah..." Teacher Ying cried out in pain. Her whole body convulsed, and I could feel a tingling sensation inside her labia and vaginal opening. I hadn't expected my first time making love to be like this, and Teacher Ying, having given birth before, shouldn't be experiencing such pain. I held her tightly, kissing her, "Let me soften slowly before pulling out, it might be better." "No, try going in slowly first, my vaginal walls are still wide," Teacher Ying refused to let me pull out. She pressed the weight of her full body against me, holding me tightly, deeply sucking my penis in. Our bodies attacked each other like in battle, our genitals rubbing against each other. I held Teacher Ying's slender waist with one hand, grasped my engorged penis with the other, aimed at the center of her moist petals, and

thrust in with all my might. With a "plop," my thick penis finally slid deep into the wet, fleshy hole. The depths of the hole seemed to have received the long-awaited penis, writhing excitedly. "Ah…!" Teacher Ying couldn't help but throw her head back and groan loudly, "Good…good…finally…finally…in…"

At the same time, fragrant sweat streamed down her body like pearls! Teacher Ying gently trembled her lower body, weakly whispering in my ear, "Come on top." Then, she moved her body to the side. My penis was still attached to her vulva, and I slowly rotated my body, placing myself between Teacher Ying's legs. Her full, snow-white thighs swayed, then clamped around my waist, her vaginal muscles twitching impatiently. But because our genitals were tightly joined, there was no twitching at all.

I thrust into her, as if trying to pierce her uterus, but could only move a little bit. Teacher Ying moaned and groaned, both in pain and excitement… “Don’t ejaculate inside me. If you can’t pull out right away, just bear with it,” Teacher Ying kissed me. I held her tightly, sucking and kissing, pressing and licking her breasts, burying my face in their soft peaks, continuing to suck and lick.

During this time, Teacher Ying took the initiative with my body, swaying her hips, rubbing my penis against the tender flesh inside her vagina, exhaling hot breath, gradually increasing the intensity of her movements. My penis swelled inside Teacher Ying’s vagina, her lust rising wildly, her vagina overflowing with vaginal fluid, but it was completely blocked by my penis, not a drop escaped. My glans felt her inner walls filled with holy water, hot and wet. “I never imagined your penis could even overwhelm me,” Teacher Ying said in a hoarse, excited voice, her body twisting and coiling like a giant snake, lifting her large buttocks while simultaneously squeezing and rubbing my penis. The numbing pleasure intensified, our desire burned even hotter, and her vagina released even more fluid. Teacher Ying hugged me tightly, spreading her legs almost to meet my enormous penis, her feet restlessly twitching on the mat, while she arched her back, emitting moans. My whole body was aroused, so I thrust harder, trying to make some thrusting movements, though each time it was only a small amount, but the stimulation for Teacher Ying was immense.

“Ah…! Good… Darling… So comfortable…” “Ah… Coming… Oh oh oh oh… Oh oh, ah ah… ah ah ah…” Teacher Ying continued her seductive moans, her lower body unable to support her weight, she could only use her elbows to support her body to withstand my thrusts. "Again...a little harder!" Amidst Ms. Ying's desperate longing for climax, her chaotic breathing and gasps,

I lost all tenderness. I grabbed her waist, forcing her to brace herself, and thrust my penis deep into her flower, responding to her cries. Ms. Ying's entire body trembled, accepting me with all her might. "Ah...! I...I can't take it anymore!! I...I can't take it anymore!! Ah..." Ms. Ying suddenly let out a high-pitched moan. Accompanied by a surge of heat shooting from the depths of her flower, it assaulted my hard, erect penis. Ms. Ying tilted her head back, her tightly furrowed brows and contracted abdomen, her long legs wrapping increasingly tightly around my waist, all as if desperately trying to suppress an uncontrollable climax. Stripped naked, Ms. Ying could no longer support herself; her arms stretched out limply, and she gasped for breath on the bed.

For some reason, I had involuntarily ejaculated when I saw Teacher Ying wearing pantyhose earlier, but now, my penis, soaked in Teacher Ying's holy water, was even harder. I continued my thrusting, penetrating deeper into her flower path more smoothly. After a while, Teacher Ying seemed to be brought back by my thrusting. Her snow-white buttocks spun like a millstone, her teeth clenched, her hair disheveled, and she kept moaning. "Oh...oh, hey...it seems...you won't...come...out...until...you...come...out," Teacher Ying groaned, "I...am...coming...almost...coming...let's...come...together...oh...oh...oh...oh...oh...oh..." I lifted Teacher Ying's legs and pushed them towards her chest, a position that allowed my penis to penetrate deeper into Teacher Ying's flower path more smoothly. Teacher Ying's lower body had already blossomed into an alluring flower. "Oh god! Harder! Thrust...in!!" Teacher Ying let out a lovely moan. I thrust straight in, penetrating deep into the teacher's flower path with all my might. As expected, the teacher couldn't withstand such intense stimulation. "Ah...!! No...no...I can't...I can't take it anymore!! Ah..." Teacher Ying shook her head violently, gasping for breath as she begged for mercy! Her slender fingers gripped my arm tightly, trying to endure the impact of pleasure on her uterus. But under my continued assault, the teacher succumbed once more.

Teacher Ying's love juice gushed out like a fountain again. With this climax, my endurance reached its limit. Soon, I felt an unusual stimulation on my glans, the pleasure growing stronger and stronger, then expanding into indescribable joy.

The teacher noticed the change in the pulsation of my penis inside her. "Don't ejaculate inside..." She tried to pull out, but the tight intercourse prevented her from doing so. "Oh! Don't be so fast, wait a moment!" But I, having entered the final sprint, had already launched like an arrow released from a bow; her cries were completely futile! A fiery sensation erupted from deep within my body, accompanied by a numbing, intense pleasure, shooting from the glans into the depths of my vagina. My body's spasms gradually subsided. Finally, I calmed completely. "Oh, your semen is so hot," Ms. Ying said,

her arms tightening around me from the heat of the semen. I hugged her tightly in return, savoring the sensation, my penis still inside her, reluctant to pull out.

After a long while, the two of them recovered. My penis gradually shrank, and half of it could be pulled out of Teacher Ying's vagina. Teacher Ying's lower body was still filled with a large amount of a mixture of holy water and semen. She reached out her jade hand and touched it, saying, "The liquid inside is very nutritious. I've lost so much, I need to use it to replenish myself. Suck it into your mouth and feed it to me." I did as she said and put my mouth against her opening. The mixture of holy water and semen had a slightly pungent smell. I sucked a big mouthful, and then, mouth to mouth with Teacher Ying, I fed her the liquid. Teacher Ying drank it with great relish. "Ah, that was so good, Wang Dang, you're really great. Tomorrow, let's try again. It seems you're still pretty good." Teacher Ying kept touching my genitals and said excitedly. "Teacher Ying, it was so pungent just now," I said, gently rubbing her two breasts. "Pungent? It's all because of this thing of yours, it almost killed me." Teacher Ying said, patting my still swollen penis with her hand. "You really are something! Oh, it's so unlucky to have such a big penis like yours. My opening is all open, it hurts so much, I don't know if I can walk tomorrow. I just had vaginal tightening surgery a few days ago, and it was so hard to shrink my vagina, but you've made it big again." Teacher Ying used four fingers together to insert into her vagina. It was a little loose, and it went in easily. I kissed Teacher Ying and said, "Teacher Ying, you're so good!" After hearing my words, she touched my glans with her hand, lay in my arms, and said coquettishly, "What? Call me Sister Ying." "Oh, it's already five o'clock, go to sleep, I have things to do tomorrow, Sunday," Teacher Ying said. "I didn't expect it to take so long," I was surprised too. But with Teacher Ying constantly touching my lower body, I couldn't help but get aroused, and I turned around and pressed myself against Teacher Ying again.

Teacher Ying was somewhat reluctant, saying, "No, my lower body is killing me with pain. I don't know if I'll be able to walk tomorrow." I ignored her, and with one hand, I put Teacher Ying in a doggy-style position. Although Teacher Ying was reluctant, with my vigorous stimulation and her own unquenched desire, she allowed me to penetrate her vagina from behind. "Oh oh oh... oh... oh oh... oh ooh, oh oh oh oh oh," she kept moaning, her body twisting and her buttocks muscles clenching. I thrust vigorously, and soon Teacher Ying had several orgasms, one after another, until she went limp. My emotions were rising higher and higher, and I wasn't going to let her stop there. I turned her over, and at this point, she had no will of her own, her eyes half-closed and dazed from excessive indulgence, letting me do whatever I wanted. I spread her snow-white thighs, placed them on my shoulders, and with a lunge, I supported myself with my head on her genitals, thrusting into her with great force. My darling, no more, I can't take it... oh oh oh... oh... oh... oh oh. "Teacher Ying groaned. "Do you like being penetrated by me?" "..." For some reason, I suddenly blurted out. "Okay, I love it..." Teacher Ying groaned softly, her expression one of extreme pleasure. As my movements became more and more vigorous, and I continued thrusting, Teacher Ying became somewhat exhausted. She gripped my genitals with both hands, trying to stop me. After a while, she suddenly let out a low cry of pain and fainted.

I didn't know what was wrong with her, and continued thrusting into her. Suddenly, I felt a tidal wave of trembling throughout my body, and a stream of semen shot deep into Teacher Ying's vagina. I took a few deep breaths, and with a thud, I collapsed onto Teacher Ying's naked, lamb-like body, though my penis was still inside her vagina.

I kissed Teacher Ying's small mouth for a long time before realizing that she had fainted. Teacher Ying's genitals had been slightly abraded by my vigorous movements, with some blood. But I was powerless to do anything about it; making love like this was too tiring. I could only lie on top of Teacher Ying and we fell asleep in each other's arms...

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